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thisdeadlysecret replied to your post: “-whispers- Jane yes”:
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"Hey there," he spoke to her. "M'Tyson. Where are you from...originally?"
Death Would be a Mercy [closed RP]
This was the end and William knew it he knew there was no turning back now. As the blade he made cut deeper into his skin he winced in pain but he would not cry out. It would alert the guards and he had no right to cry out for what he had done. He laid in bed contemplating his end he only hoped it would grant his little sister peace with him gone. After a few hours and the fact that he was feeling weak but still living some how he cursed before he finally said to fuck it all moved his chair and tied the noose around his neck as the blood poured from his arms he kicked the chair away praying to whoever would listen that he would die in peace.
~[third person PV]~
The alarms were sounding as guards ran across the jail escorting a gurney with a thirty something year old man barely clinging to life as the doctors desperately tried keeping him alive. The inmates looked on in almost pity as the man they came to know as harm had finally snapped under the weight of his crimes and chose to die by his own hand versus' the states'.
A woman calls up the only somewhat living relative and with a heavy heart she speaks. "Miss Suzie... we have some terrible news to tell you William Hayes after finding out they had moved up his execution tried to commit suicide at 3 am this morning... he is in critical condition and they don't know if he is going to make it... if you wish to say goodbye now would be the time... thank you" as the woman hung up she collapse into her chair as she wrote up the report. His psychologist Dr. Dunstan wasn't going to be happy he was already up at Washington beating heads in for stupidly putting a death sentence on the man. She pinched the bridge of her nose and made the call to the Doctor hoping he wouldn't be too angry.
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William’s blood ran cold with Greta on his doorstep bloodied and hurt. His mind went into overdrive as he picked her up and brought her inside. As he set upon cleaning and bandaging her wounds his mind wandered. His eyes watered as he slammed his fists on the sides of the sink. Once again he couldn’t protect his little sister from being hurt. His body wracked with sobs as he took her to his bed and laid her down a tear falling and hitting her cheek as he left to go crash on the couch.
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